Sold to the Amish

A neighbor sold out his woods to a lumber company.  I know we burn wood for heat, but I can't help feel sad as they clear out these trees.  At least when we cut wood, it's an already downed tree, or a dead one.

Tea Time in Tanganyika

Have you ever wondered where the phrase "tea time in Tanganyika" came from?  I have yet to find out.

It's a saying my Dad used to ask me when I got overwhelmed, frustrated, or just plain upset about something.  He'd ask me, "is it tea time in Tanganika?" and I would profess to him "yes!"

Wednesday's "tea time" reminded me of those days, although I was not overwhelmed and frustrated. Having tea on the porch has been a long time enjoyment.  A lot of memories have been, and are, created there.

 A view on my porch 

A view from my porch. . .

... another view from my porch